Sonnet 26: To witness duty, not to show my witLord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit: To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit; Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it; But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul’s thought (all naked) will bestow it: Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tattered loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect; Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me. William Shakespeare |
September 2012 |
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